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At first Fred seemed inclined to shrink from his new associate. An instinctive feeling, like the warning of an invisible angel, seemed to whisper, “Beware!” But he was alone, with a heart full of bitter thoughts, and the sight of a fellow-face was some comfort. Then his companion was so dashing, so funny, so free and easy, and seemed to make such a comfortable matter of being in jail, that Fred’s heart, naturally buoyant, began to come up again in his breast. Dick Jones soon drew out of him his simple history as to how he came there, and finding that he was a raw hand, seemed to feel bound to patronize and take him under his wing. He laughed quite heartily at Fred’s story, and soon succeeded in getting him to laugh at it too.

How strange!–the very scenes that in the morning he looked at only with bitter anguish and remorse, this noon he was laughing at as good jokes–so much for the influence of good society! An instinctive feeling, soon after Dick Jones came in, led Fred to push his little bundle into the farthest corner, under the bed, far out of sight or inquiry; and the same reason led him to suppress all mention of his mother, and all the sacred part of his former life. He did this more studiously, because, having once accidentally remarked how his mother used to forbid him certain things, the well-educated Dick broke out,–

“Well, for my part, I could whip my mother when I wa’n’t higher than that !” with a significant gesture.

“Whip your mother!” exclaimed Fred, with a face full of horror.

“To be sure, greenie! Why not? Precious fun it was in those times. I used to slip in and steal the old woman’s whiskey and sugar when she was just too far over to walk a crack–she’d throw the tongs at me, and I’d throw the shovel at her, and so it went square and square.”

Goethe says somewhere, “Miserable is that man whose mother has not made all other mothers venerable.” Our new acquaintance bade fair to come under this category.

Fred’s education, under this talented instructor, made progress. He sat hours and hours laughing at his stories–sometimes obscene, sometimes profane, but always so full of life, drollery, and mimicry that a more steady head than Fred’s was needed to withstand the contagion. Dick had been to the theatre–knew it all like a book, and would take Fred there as soon as they got out; then he had a first-rate pack of cards, and he could teach Fred to play; and the gay tempters were soon spread out on their bed, and Fred and his instructor sat hour after hour absorbed in what to him was a new world of interest. He soon learned, could play for small stakes, and felt in himself the first glimmering of that fire which, when fully kindled, many waters cannot quench, nor floods drown!

Dick was, as we said, precocious. He had the cool eye and steady hand of an experienced gamester, and in a few days he won, of course, all Fred’s little earnings. But then he was quite liberal and free with his money. He added to their prison fare such various improvements as his abundance of money enabled him to buy. He had brought with him the foundation of good cheer in a capacious bottle which emerged the first night from his pocket, for he said he never went to jail without his provision; then hot water, and sugar, and lemons, and peppermint drops were all forthcoming for money, and Fred learned once and again, and again, the fatal secret of hushing conscience, and memory, and bitter despair in delirious happiness, and as Dick said, was “getting to be a right jolly ‘un that would make something yet.”

And was it all gone, all washed away by this sudden wave of evil?–every trace of prayer, and hope, and sacred memory in this poor child’s heart? No, not all; for many a night, when his tempter slept by his side, the child lived over the past; again he kneeled in prayer, and felt his mother’s guardian hand on his head, and he wept tears of bitter remorse, and wondered at the dread change that had come over him. Then he dreamed, and he saw his mother and sister walking in white, fair as angels, and would go to them; but between him and them was a great gulf fixed, which widened and widened, and grew darker and darker, till he could see them no more, and he awoke in utter misery and despair.